Currency

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Abundance does our soul enfold,
But we’re forgetful in this world.

Such hardened hearts and trials tough
Show Everything is not enough.

The countless Enemies to blame
Perpetuate a losing game.

If love spilled out like human greed,
The currency would not be “need!”

—
A Quadrille for
dVerse,
where 44 is the magic (i.e. required) number of words, and one word must be a form of “spill”!

5 thoughts on “Currency”

  2. Oh, my goodness! That last stanza is a stunner, and so true!
    I am always so impressed when someone can accomplish RHYME within the 44-word limit. You have done so here, beautifully.

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